Constance La France Poet Verse

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Old Books

I
love
old books.
The mold smell,
the tattered pages,
the strange way writers penned stories.
Ever since a child I loved the feel of an old book.
I search adding to my collection of covers crumbling and pages yellow hued.

There
is 
nothing
more calming
than decaying books.
I save them from garbage heaps,
I give beloved books a home to rest in old age,
and I love touching their withered pages, caressing words written so long ago.

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May 5, 2016 (Edit)


Poetry/Verse/Old Books
Copyright Protected, ID 16-1109-559-0
All Rights Reserved.  Written under Pseudonym.


Submitted to Contest 550
sponsor, Brian Strand

First Place

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Line Gauthier February 11, 2019 at 10:58 PM What a gorgeous tribute. Bravo, Constance. Congrats on your well deserved win.

DM Babbit January 30, 2019 at 2:00 PM So true, how often I find myself gravitating to the old familiar reads. Still my favorite, Jane Eyre. Constance La France January 30, 2019 at 6:20 PM DM, thanks for visiting, I love the feel of pages and will never read books on line or a kindle ever~